Who the hell is that?!Some call her Satan. Others, Beelzebub. She goes by many names.

So, Beav, tell me about yourself.""I'm Blue.""Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn't be too happy, either.""My name is Blue. Blue Bailey.

Life sure is easier when you're rich.""And a natural born charmer. Don't forget that part.""How could I?" she retorted. "It's the only thing we have in common.

Which do I care more about - demanding my rights or displaying right choices?

Embrace your sacred existence.

I know, ” he says, and it’s the strangest thing. I can tell he’s smiling, slow and syrupy, when he says it.

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

There is no graceful way to carry hatred.

I was 45 years old when I decided to learn how to surf.

For one thing, she pronounced flowers 'flars' and I couldn't let it slide.

Visionaries and dreamers have always been dusted with a little oddity.

I think we have arrived at the stage where we are making it too complicated. I know guys who can't play two rounds before running to their teachers.

We must stop using the language of force and return to the path of civilized diplomatic and political settlement.